Disclaimer: I do not the Vampire Diaries and never will. But I do own Charlene Davis and Megan Swann and any other characters I make up!

Author's Note: Aw I'm so glad that you like this story so much. I hope you continue to like it. Here's the first second part of Bloodlines people! Thank you so much for the reviews for the last chapter! I'm glad you loved the Dalene scenes as much as I did writing them. Oh and you'll see a new side of Char in this chapter, you'll see why when you read it! Anyway, please leave reviews and tell me what you think of the last part!

Thanks to Lovergirl24, grapejuice101, Rena, SomebodyWhoCares, XKaterinaNightingale, TVDDamonSLover, AudreyDarke96, and Char for your wonderful reviews on the last chapter!

"Listen up everyone!" Bree announced as we sat at the bar. She held out a bottle of beer, "Here's to the man who broke my heart, crushed my soul, destroyed my life, and ruined any and all chances of happiness!" she poured the beer in six shots as she said that, "Drink up!"

I watched as Damon and Bree drink the shots. The jealousy was gone already but not as much as I thought it was because when Damon looked over at me as he took my shot from me and said,

"What's that look for?"

I looked at him confused, "Uh…what look?"

Damon smirked as he leaned forward, whispering in my ear, "Your jealous aren't you?" He pulled back with the smirk on his face.

"What?" I exclaimed getting the attention of everyone in the bar. "Of course I'm not jealous! I, uh, was just wondering if I could get my phone back. Megan might be, uh, annoying you with all the text messages she's sent me." I giggled nervously I might add.

Damon just gave me a look, shook his head, and wrapped his arm around my waist. I rolled my eyes but didn't make a move to move his arm from my waist…not because I liked it or anything I just didn't want to knowing that he probably would just put it back.

"So how'd he rope you in?"

I heard Bree say to me. "I'm not roped in—"Before I could continue to protest, Bree interrupted me.

"Honey, if you not roped, you're whipped," she teased. "Either way just enjoy the ride."

"Okay," I said with a sigh. "So how do you two meet?" I asked conversationally trying and failing to keep the jealousy from rising in my voice. I didn't have to look over at Damon to know that he was smirking at me.

"College."

I couldn't help but laugh as I looked over at Damon with a smirk, "You went to college."

"I've been to college campus, yes," Damon said, drinking my shot.

"Now that I believe," I told him with a giggle. "No offence honey pie" I emphasized the nickname Bree called him just to annoy him and I continued, "But you just don't see like the type of person to go to college."

Damon just shrugged and I rolled my eyes as Bree looked at us amused before shaking her head and continuing,

"About 20 years okay, when I was just a sweet, young freshman I met this beautiful man," Bree said fluttering her eyelashes at Damon causing him to smirk and me to roll my eyes. "And then he told me his little secret, made me love him more. Because you see I had my own little secret that I was dying to share with someone."

"She's a witch," Damon whispered in my ear.

"Really?" I said, glancing at Bree who nodded. "That's…cool." Which it was.

"Changed my world you know," Bree said looking over at Damon.

"I rocked your world," Damon said with a smirk.

Bree laughed as she took another shot. She looked over at me and said,

"He's good in the sack, isn't he?"

I pretended to choke as soon as she said that. At their confused looks, I said,

"I'm sorry but I think I swallowed my puke when you said that."

Bree held back a laugh as Damon scowled at me. I just smirked at him as I mentally was saying 'I win.' I turned back to my Coke I was drinking, but I still could feel Damon's scowl on me. My body froze when I felt Damon place his hand on my thigh and started to caress it in a teasing motion. Shivers went up my spine as he did this and I quickly removed it and tried hard to hide my blush. I glanced over at Damon from the corner of eye only to see he wasn't looking at me. I looked back at Bree and felt Damon's gaze on me but I didn't look back over at him. Bree spoke up again.

"But he's mostly a runaway Joe," she said slamming down her shot back on the bar and turned around to calm herself.

I looked back at him. He met eyes for a moment before glancing away and looking back at Bree. Bree turned back around and said,

"So, what is it that you want?"

Third person POV…

Jeremy climbed up the stairs of the Mystic Falls library to search for books for his essay for history. Once he made it up there, he walked down the shelves of books and stopped when he found the book that he wanted. But then suddenly books fell to the ground causing him to move back. Still confused Jeremy bent down to pick up the books. After getting them up, he turned around and jumped dropping the books again when a girl suddenly appeared.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry. There was this one book wedged between the other. And I pulled and then kaplunk, kaboom. Are you ok?" The girl said in one breath.

Jeremy nodded, "Yeah I'm fine."

They then both bent down to pick up the fallen books but ended up bumping heads. The girl couldn't help but laugh and Jeremy did too.

The girl held out a hand. "I'm Anna," she said introducing herself.

Jeremy shook her hand, "Jeremy."

Anna smiled.

Charlene's POV…

After convincing Damon to give me my phone with the promise that I wouldn't leave, I left the bar and went by Damon's car and quickly called Stefan as I leaned back against Damon's blue car.

"Hello?"

I took a breath, "Stefan."

"Char!" The relief in Stefan's voice was obvious. "Thank god, are you alright?"

I was about to answer him when I looked back at the bar to see Damon looking at me through the window. I knew he was listening into our conversation like he did on the show. I did feel a little uncomfortable that he could hear us on the phone.

"Char…are you still there," I heard Stefan ask on the cell.

"Yeah, I'm still here and I'm fine," I told him as I sighed. Then I thought about the three pictures of Meg, Elena, and I. "When are you going to tell me about you know who and her sisters.

I heard Stefan sigh over the phone.

"Look Char about Abigail-"

I interrupted him, "Don't say anything Stefan. I'm pissed off that you would keep a secret like this from me. I thought we were friends."

"We ar-"

I interrupted him again. "Friends don't keep secrets from friends Stefan," I told him. "I don't completely forgive you. I just need time... take care of Megan for me and tell her I'm alright."

I turned off my phone slipping in my pocket before leaning my head against Damon's car, letting out a sigh.

Third person POV…

Inside the bar, Bree and Damon sat almost in the way back of the bar.

"Come on, there has to be another way," Damon pressed talking about opening the tome. "

Bree sighed, "After all these years, it's still only Abigail." She sounded bitter, "How do you even know that she's still alive?" She questioned looking at Damon.

"Well you help me get into that tome and we'll find out." Damon said flirting as he rubbed her arm with his index finger.

Moving her arm away, Bree gave him a look, "I already did. Twenty years ago. Remember? Three easy steps—comet, crystal, spell."

"There's a little problem with number two…I don't have the crystal."

"That's it Damon," Bree said. "There is no other way. It's Emily's spell."

"What about a new spell with a new crystal that overrides Emily's spell?" Damon offered hopefully.

Bree sighed. "It doesn't work that way baby," she said. "Emily's spell is absolute. You can't get in that time."

Damon looked away from Bree, a hurt look in his eyes. He looked around to see Charlene was still not back. Damon got up from the seat he was sitting in and walked to the window to see Charlene was still on her cell talking. He smirked as he focused and listened in to now Charlene and Elena's conversation on the cell phone.

Charlene's POV…

I heard Elena breath out a sigh of relief when she heard my voice.

"I was so worried about you," she told me.

I nodded, "I know. Sorry for worrying you Lena but I'm fine…well as good as I can be with Damon watching my every move."

I glanced back at the window and sure enough Damon was staring out the window, listening to mine and Elena's conversation. I looked away from the window just as Elena spoke up.

"Yeah…oh and I'm trying to find out the reason why we look like Abigail, Katherine and Demetria," Elena told me.

I nodded again. "If you find out anything tell me."

"I will," Elena promised. "Be careful with Damon, okay?"

"No worries about that," I said with a laugh. "I'll be back as soon as I can alright?"

"Sure thing."

With that the conversation was over, since I was facing Damon's car, I turned around and jumped when I saw Damon standing a little bit close for comfort in front of me.

"You okay?"

I scoffed. "Don't pretend that you care Damon," I snapped. "I know your gloating inside." I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him, "Were you listening in on my phone conversation?"

Damon smirked at me, "Depends."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever Damon," I said.

I went around Damon and headed to the bar, feeling Damon's gaze on me.

Third person POV...

Bree stood in the bar, watching Damon and Charlene as they headed back towards the bar. Quickly she rushed over to the smoothie machine and turned it on so Damon won't hear her. She grabbed the phone and started to dial the number of someone. She waited until she heard the person on the other line picked up.

"You'll never guess who showed up at my bar," Bree said to whoever was on the phone urgently.

-0-

Back in Mystic Falls at the old Fell Church, Bonnie moaned as she awoke. She looked around while sitting on the ground of the hole that she had fallen into. She knew that she had fallen under the church. Bonnie sat up and groaned from the pain in her leg. Looking down at it, her knee was all cut up and jeans had ripped open. Slowly Bonnie stood up and tried to not let the pain get to her.

"Hello?" she called looking up at the gaping hole from above. "Anybody?"

Turning around, Bonnie let out a gasp at the thing that she saw.

At the Mystic Falls Library…

Anna and Jeremy walked down the library with Anna pointing out things.

"This aisle is local and state history. And civil war is one over." Anna stopped next to the last one said and asked, "What do you need?"

"Local. 1860s. Do you work here?"

"Nope." Anna then started walking again, "You want reference. This way." As they continued to walk she spoke, "Um homeschooled, I study here for a mock school environment." She finally found the books they were looking here, "Ah here we go." As she turned to Jeremy and gestured to the books she said, "Original settlers, town achieves, founder's stuff. It's all here." She bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him, "So what's your topic?"

The town's fear and hysteria surrounding the war and how it influenced certain writers of the time."

"You might want to refocus that," Anna teased,

"The origin of local folklore and myths."

"So you mean the vampires." Anna smiled, turned a heel, and walked off.

Jeremy stared after her for few minutes before going after her.

Charlene's POV…

I sighed picking out the pickles from my sandwich. I wasn't that fond of pickles. I looked over at Damon who was eating as well.

"Do you think Stefan's only dating Megan because she looks like Demetria?" I questioned still looking at Damon.

He looked over, "No I don't think so. I mean, I haven't seen Stefan this happy even when he was with Demetria."

I bit my lip as I thought about my next words. I didn't know if I should even mention Abigail but I wanted to know if the reason why he acted this way around was because I looked so much like Abigail. Finally I decided to just ask.

"What about you?"

"Mmm." Damon looked back over at me confused.

I took a deep breath, "Are—are you only nice to me because I look like Abigail?"

"Come on, what? You don't like pickles," Damon said changing the subject as he took my pickles off of my plate and ate one of them, "What's wrong with you?"

I shrugged, "I just don't like them. Besides how can you eat? If technically you're supposed to be dead?" I said 'dead' in whisper.

"As long as I keep a healthy diet of blood in my system, my body functions pretty normal." Damon smiled as he ate another pickles.

"Here's another question this nice that you using on me, is any of it real?" I asked.

Damon didn't say anything…just look at me with an odd sort of expression on his face. It kind of made me a little uncomfortable. I opened my mouth to say something but was interrupted by Bree coming up.

"Here you go," Bree said handing the beer over to Damon.

"Thank you."

I stared at the bottle as he drank it. I looked up at Bree.

"I'll one too," I said.

Damon looked at me surprised, "Hmm?"

"You told me to have a sense of adventures, well this sense of adventures needs a beer," I told Damon as Bree handed me my own beer bottle you."

I then opened it and took a large drink of it. My face screwed up at the taste but I managed to drink it down.

2 hours later…

"On your mark…get set…GO!"

I drank my shot in one gulp and I cheered, clapping my hands giggling excitedly.

"That's three!" I cheered. I beamed at Damon and saw the look of disbelief on his face and I pouted, "AW is someone sad and need a bib."

"Sorry I can't unhinge my jaw like a snake to consume alcohol!"

"Whatever Damon," I said sticking my tongue out at him childish. He pouted, but his pout turned into a shocked look as I placed my hand on his cheek and whispered seductively to him, "You're just jealous that a pretty human girl like me can beat you in a drinking contest." I giggled and hiccupped, "Alright who's next? Another shot Bree!" I exclaimed a little too loudly and too excited.

Bree laughed at my drunken, hyper attitude.

A drunken customer was standing next to me as she slurred and was trying to stay awake as she said, "Honey, you should be on the floor!"

"Hell yeah!" I cried, pumping a fist in the air. "I'm not even drunk! My tolerance is, like, way up here!" I jumped up and stumbled almost falling. Thankfully though Damon caught me around the waist before I fell to the floor.

"Thank you baby!" I slurred, smacking a wet kiss to his cheek.

I couldn't help but fall into Damon's side nuzzling his neck. I didn't notice that Damon was looking down at me with a half shocked, half smirking look as he tightened his arm around my waist. But immediately I pulled back when I saw that Bree poured more shots!

"Sweet!" I cheered, before chucking down my shot. Being drunk was SO MUCH FUN!

-0-

I stumbled outside of the bar as my phone started ringing after I had played a couple rounds of pool with people I didn't know. Not even bothering seeing who was calling, I answered the phone.

"Yo! This is Char speaking!" I yelled into the phone drunkenly. I could barely hear that it was Megan on the phone.

"Charlene, is everything okay? Stefan and I are worried sick about you and Elena blames herself that Damon kidnapped you," Megan said who sounded worried.

"Don't worry Meg, I'mmmm finnnnneee," I said as I hiccupped and grabbed the rail to the outside stairs to hold my balance.

"Char, are you drunk?" Megan exclaimed.

"Not so loud girly! And no I'm not drunk!" I exclaimed. Then I added thoughtfully, "Even though I do want to do dirty things to Damon..."

"OMG CHAR! YOU ARE DRUNK! I'M GOING TO KILL DAMON! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING CHAR? YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE TO DRINK!"

"Well there's a first time for everything Meggy...whoa!"

I yelled out 'whoa' because I tripped and dropped the phone. I managed to stay on my feet as I headed over to it. I picked it up and said hello. Then all of suddenly I felt a hand on my mouth and I screamed but it was muffled before I knew it I was hanging onto a tank, almost completely sober.

Third person POV…

Damon returned to sitting on the bar when Bree, who was behind the bar, said,

"Hey, where's your girl at?"

Damon looked over at the pool table as he said, "Mmm. She was right back there."

An intense look appeared on his face as he looked at the bar door which was open and headed over there leaving Bree standing behind the bar looking at him intensely. Once he was outside he spotted Char's phone on the ground and he looked down at it only to see a text message from Megan.

'CHAR WHAT HAPPEEND? DID YOU DROP THE PHONE BECAUSE I HEARD SOMETHING LIKE SOMEONE TRYING TO SCREAM! ANSWER THE PHONE CHARLENE! RIGHT NOW!'

Damon shook his head before walking around the bar over to an electrical building. There he saw Charlene hanging from a tank.

"Damon! Look out!" she screeched.

Before he could question her about what he was, Damon was hit with a wooden plank and fell to the ground.

Charlene's POV…

I watched in horror as the man repeatedly hit Damon with the plank. I jumped off of the tank and rushed over there.

"Stop it!" I screeched but he didn't listen as he started pouring gasoline on Damon. "That's my boyfriend you're trying to hurt!"

The man glanced at me, his face starting to go back to normal, but still continued to pour the gasoline until it was gone.

"Who are you?"

The man smirked even though I couldn't see it since his back was towards me, "That's perfect. You have no idea."

I was confused as I tried to remember in my mind who this man was. "What are you talking about? What did he do to you?"

"He killed my girlfriend," the man growled out, looking at me. He turned back to Damon as he started to pour more gasoline. "What did she do to you huh? What did she to do you?"

"Nothing." The man threw the gasoline thing to ground.

Despite the intensity of the situation, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Damon's response.

"Um I know that you're enjoying torturing my boyfriend like this, but I don't understand. What do you mean he killed your girlfriend?"

"She went to visit Stefan and Damon killed her, got it!" he exclaimed looking at me before hitting Damon, who groaned when he did, with a bat.

My eyes widened in realization. Oh right! This was Lexi's boyfriend!

He turned back to Damon and I knew he was pulling out a match. I knew immediately that I had to distract and what better way to do that, than talk about Lexi.

"Lexi was your girlfriend! But she said that you were human!"

"I was," he corrected looking at me with teary eyes.

"So Lexi turned you?"

The man nodded, "When you want to be with someone forever, you have to live forever." He turned back to Damon and I quickly came up with something.

"She loved you," I said quickly and frantically, "She said that, "when it's real, you can't walk away."

"Well that's a choice you won't have to make!" he exclaimed through gritted teeth, turning back to Damon once more.

"Don't, please don't hurt him," I pleaded.

The man light up a match, "I'm doing you are favor."

"Lexi loved you," I said passionately. "She was a good person and she wouldn't want you do to this. You're a good person, please be a better man than Damon!"

He looked at me for what seemed like forever, his eyes scanned all over my face which had tears running down them. He turned back to Damon, picking him up the shirt and throwing him against the building but he didn't attack him after that. The man looked back at me.

"Thank you," I said gratefully.

"I didn't do it for you." He zoomed after saying this and I rushed over to Damon.

"Are you ok," I asked him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He looked up at me with a smirk and said, "Thanks girlfriend." I glared at him as I let go of his hand and he fell on the ground again. I started to walk away back to the car as I heard him call out, "Oh come on Char. It was just a joke."

"Don't talk to me jerk," I called back.

Third person POV…

Stefan and Bonnie headed up to Bonnie's Grams' house which Grams opened as she as they made their way up to the porch.

"Well, now, look who's return to battle," Grams said as they hugged. When they broke it she said, "Can I talk to your friend for a minutes?"

Bonnie nodded, looking back over at Stefan, "Thank you."

Stefan nodded as he smiled at her. Bonnie smiled back before going inside the house and Sheila closed the door behind leaving her and Stefan alone.

"I appreciate your help Stefan," Sheila said.

"You're welcome…Shelia," Stefan told her.

Sheila hid a big smile, "I wasn't sure you remembered."

"October 1967."

I was barely a teenager."

"And you were leading what was probably the only anti war sit-in within miles of Mystic Falls," Stefan added.

Sheila nodded, "Hmm."

"You know when you spoke, people were memorized," Stefan said remembering it vividly in his head. "I know I was." He mused with a smile.

"Until the cops showed up," Sheila said with a laugh. She then grew serious, "You took a big risk coming to see me earlier. Letting me read you, realize what you were. It could have gone a completely different."

Stefan nodded a serious look on his face, "Your family has a very long history about keeping my secret. I knew I could trust you if you believed I was worthy of your trust."

Shelia then realized something and she said,

"Bonne knows, doesn't she?"

"Yes."

"Please understand, our loyalty can only extend so far. This town won't be easy on any of us if they figure it out. And I'll protect my own before anybody else." Sheila warned.

Stefan nodded, "I know that."

Sheila nodded back. "As long as we're clear," she said. "Goodnight then."

"Goodnight Sheila."

Sheila smiled as she went inside her house and closed the door behind her.

Still third person POV…

Back at Bree's bar…

Bree drowned her shot, swallowing it before turned around only to be face to face with Damon. She forced herself not to look frightened.

"We were just leaving, I wanted to say goodbye," Damon said looking oddly calm.

"Good to see you again."

"No kiss?"

Bree gulped. I'm full of vervain," she said. "I put it in everything I drink."

"And you telling me this why," Damon said, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"Lexi was my friend," Bree said looking close to tears. "How could you?" She turned around and gasped when Damon appeared in front of. He took a menacing step towards she cried out before he could get to her, "The tome can be opened!"

Damon's eyes narrowed at Bree, ""You're lying! You had Char kidnapped. Why did you do it? I should kill you, you know for putting her in danger!"

"Why do you care about this girl so much?" Bree exclaimed. "The Damon I know wouldn't fall in love with some human girl! Who do you love more Damon? Charlene or Abigail!"

Damon looked at her feeling a little shock but he quickly shook out of it and put his signature smirk on his face.

"And I'm not lying about it, the tome can be open," Bree said freighted. "Emily's grimoire, her spell book. If you know how she closed the tomb the reversal process will be in her book. You can open that tomb."

"And where is this book?"

Bree stuttered, "I-I…"

Damon took menacing steps towards her as she backed away as quickly a she could

"You have no idea," he growled.

"No I'm tell you the truth!" Bree exclaimed.

"And I believe you my sweet Bree," Damon cooed as he ran a hand down her cheek as she closed her eyes letting out a sigh of relief. "That's why I'm almost sorry…"

Bree's eyes flew open and she let out a cry of pain as Damon took her heart out. He watched her fall to the floor with a surprisingly sorry expression on his face. With that he walked out of the bar and got into the car where Char was waiting for him.

Charlene's POV…

It was now in the day time and Damon and I were on our way to Mystic Falls with the music playing. I decided to ask the same thing Elena asked in this part of the episode.

"So, Damon, why did you bring me with you?"

"Well you're not the worst company in the world Char," Damon replied, looking over at me "You should give yourself more credit."

I rolled my eyes and giggled, "Come on Damon…I'm being serious, why did you bring me with you?"

"I don't know, you were just there on the road. All damsel in distress like. And I knew it would piss off Stefan and…you're not the worst company in the world."

"I try," I said smugly. "Not only that if I didn't come with you, you would be dead right now. I saved your life."

"I know."

"And don't you forget it." I winked at him.

Damon looked at me and smirked as he said, "Plus, according to you, I'm your boyfriend now. You must feel really lucky to be my girlfriend."

My face turned as red as a tomato as I remembered what I said last night.

"I'm not your girlfriend Damon."

"Oh, but you said it last. Don't you remember honey?" He teased.

I glared at him and crossed my arms over my chest as I said, "I was drunk last night. I didn't mean it. And to tell you the truth, that is the LAST time I'm drinking any beers or alcohol for a long time."

As Damon looked at me, I could have sworn there was a disappointed look in his eyes. He turned his head back to the road and didn't say anything.

-0-

Damon pulled up to the driveway of the boarding house and I got out of the car. I looked at Damon and smiled at him before waving and heading to the front door of the boarding house but I stopped in my tracks at Damon's voice. I turned around and looked at him confused.

"What is it?" I questioned.

Damon opened his mouth to say something but closed it. "Never mind," he said, voice cold.

"Uh okay," I said slowly before I started walking again.

Finally I entered the boarding house and headed upstairs to Stefan's room. Sure enough Megan and Stefan were there. Meg was shaking and it looked like she'd been crying all day and night while Stefan had his arms around her trying to comfort her. I could tell that they had been worried about me and I felt guilty about it. I hated to see Meg upset. Deciding to make myself known, I cleared my throat and Megan looked up, her face brightening up at the sight of me.

"Char!" she exclaimed happily. She rushed towards me, throwing her arms around me in a hug.

I laughed as I hugged my friend back.

"Your never leaving me again! You're my sister and I'm so glad you're back!" she cried, breaking the hug and looking at me, tears filling her eyes.

"Aw," I said. "That's sweet of you to say."

Megan giggled, looking happy. I looked up and saw Stefan standing behind Meg. Stefan looked uncomfortable and I knew why. He was nervous that I'll be still mad at him for not telling us about Abigail, Katherine, and Demetria.

"Hi Stef," I greeted him with a smile, going over to him and giving him a hug.

"I'm glad that your alright Char," Stefan told me as he broke the hug and kissed me on the cheek.

"Hey!" Megan said as she went over to stand by Stefan, wrapping one of her arms around his waist. "That's my man your flirting with!" She had a grin on her face so I knew she was joking.

Stefan laughed kissing the side of Megan's head, "No worries love. You're the only one for me."

"And don't you forget it," Megan said with wink, kissing his cheek.

I yawned suddenly, "God. I'm tired. I'm going to take a nap."

"Kay, kay," Megan said brightly. "But one question first…"

"Yes?"

"Did Damon hurt you?" Megan asked.

I shook her head. "No surprisingly he was actually nice." I laughed at the look of disbelief on Stefan's face, "Anyways…I'll see you when I wake up."

After giving both of my friends a hug, I left Stefan's room and went into the room I stayed in at the boarding house. It seemed like forever that I had been in my room but it looked mostly the same. I immediately got ready. I took off my shirt but I had a white tank top underneath it and took off my pants leaving me in my pretty blue underwear and I climbed into the bed letitng lout a sigh as I sunk in the bed. I closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep.

An hour later, i was suddenly shaken awake. i groaned slightly mad at the person for waking me up. But that went away when I saw the person that woke me up. It was Elena and she had tears falling down her face. I quickly sat up in the bed, knowing what Elena was crying about.

"What's wrong?"

Elena sobbed throwing her arms over me, sobbing into my shoulder. I squeezed her tight and rubbed her back comfort tingly. I felt bad for her and I was going to comfort her as best as I could.

Megan's POV...

I sat on the floor of the guest room in compete shock, looking down at something that was the reason for my shock. It was a picture of three little girls. One of them had blonde hair, the other had black hair, and the last one had brunette hair. On the back of the pictures had the words:

'Elena with her cousins Megan and Charlene'

I knew immediately what this meant.

Elena, Char, and I were cousins…no wonder Char and I looked like Abigail and Demetria. Plus, when we first met Jenna, she did look at us strangely like she knew who we were from the beginning. And she was always super friendly to us. I knew then that I had to talk to Jenna about why she kept this a secret from me and Char so I rushed out of the guest room and went down the stairs only to see Jenna and Elena in front of the front door.

"Ok, question—am I adopted?" Elena demanded of Jenna who looked shocked. "I trust you to tell me the truth too, Jenna. How could you not tell me? I thought we were closer than that!" She hissed angrily.

Before Jenna could speak I spoke up.

And why didn't you tell me and Char that Elena's our cousin?" I questioned surprising myself by not sounding angry.

Jenna looked guilty while Elena looked shocked.

"We're cousins."

I nodded. Elena looked back at Jenna glaring at her.

"What other lies are you telling me? Why didn't you tell me that Charlene and Megan are my cousins? Are they my real cousins or are they not my real cousins like my life is?"

"Elena—I didn't…they asked me not to." Jenna managed to say

I knew that she was talking about the adoption part of it.

"I don't want to hear it Jenna!" Elena fumed rushing up the stairs.

I immediately rushed after her. I could find out later why Jenna didn't tell me and Char. My friend needed me right now…

Charlene's POV...

I sang at the top of my lungs as I danced around my room. I had my headphones in which blocked every sound. So I didn't see that someone had came into the room.

"I'm crazy for this girl, I'm crazy for this girl!" I sang. The song that was playing on my iPod ended and I took my headphones out. I screamed when a familiar voice said,

"Nice dance moves."

I whirled around only to see the smirking face of Damon Salvatore. My face flushed bright red.

"He, he." I laughed nervously, rubbing the back of my head sheepishly. "See ya!" I cried rushing out of the room, iPod in hand, leaving Damon standing there, looking after me with an amused look on his face.

-0-

When I entered Elena's house, I was face to face with a sad looking Jenna. Before I could even ask, Megan had rushed down the stairs, grabbed my arm, and drugged me up the stairs all the way to the guest room where Elena was sitting on the bed. Once Megan closed the door I spoke.

"What's going on?"

"Elena's our cousins," Megan blurted out.

My mouth dropped open, shocked.

"Wait…WHAT!"

Third person POV…

Alaric was sitting at the bar in the Grill, grading papers, when he heard a voice say.

"Bourbon."

Alaric looked over at a man with messy black hair. The man glanced at him too and Alaric froze, finding himself in flashback. The man was the same person who killed Isobel. Ric sat down his drink with an angry expression on his face.

TBC...

And the end of the episode Bloodlines! Whew! This is the longest chapter with 6,156 words. This was a lot of work so I hope that you like the chapter! Please leave reviews and tell me what you think! Until next time Surviving In the World of Vampires! :D